Interesting weight loss plan: 27 pounds in 24 days via childbirth.
Way to keep it going: have a baby who instinctively knows when I’m trying to eat and prevents me from it.
I’ll be model thin in no time. (Or I’m seriously disillusioned.)
Ellie’s growing. While she hasn’t gained all that I’ve lost by any stretch, she has to have gained quite a bit. She’s sped through all the newborn sized clothes she barely fit in at birth, and now has the 0/3 month clothes stretched. I need to get 3/6 month clothes out this week.
Favorite news of yesterday: my favorite water bottles from Bubba brand are guaranteed for life. As in, the three broken lids we have (Because I love them enough to buy them for my kids too. I counted. We have ten Bubba water bottles and/or coffee cups.) will be replaced for free. Thrilled.
I took all the kids to four stores yesterday and well all survived. Groceries, fabric for a new sling (made it last night – I love it!), post office… and Ellie slept through it all. She never left her car seat – just got transferred from van to stroller and back again. Shopping champ. My inner debate, though: When Pierce is told he faces discipline when we get home for his behavior at the store, and he falls asleep on the way home. I can hardly deal with the behavior so far after the fact, when he’s slept for an hour. Or does he remember and go to sleep on purpose, knowing I’ll drop the issue? He’s clever enough, he’d do that.
Sign I’m getting old: when my kids are staying up later than me. Or they’ve inherited their father’s procrastination gene and are still doing co-op homework they’ve known about for weeks at 11 pm. Since it’s always on a Monday night… I’m voting for the latter.
Spotted on a child’s paper this week: astranaught. No stars.